Selena Kitt - Letters to the Baumgarters

“There you are.” Nico tucked me in, a towel still wrapped around his waist. Mason was pulling on a pair of boxers.

“Don’t go.” I grabbed his hand, pulling him toward me.

“I have to make lunch,” Nico said, but he slid under the covers beside me anyway, taking me into his arms.

“Mason,” I called, reaching for him too. He pulled the covers aside and spooned me from behind. I smiled, pressed between them. “I like this.”

That was an understatement. When we’d first been like this, I was sick, practically delirious. Now, although I was still a little weak, I was far more aware of the feel of their bodies against mine, the long press of Nico’s thigh, the grip Mason had on my hip. Neither of them could seem to keep their hands off me, roaming over my bare skin under the sheet, exploring hills and valleys.

I arched back against Mason, wiggling my behind into the saddle of his hips, feeling the hard length of his cock tenting his boxers. He made a small noise in his throat, his fingers digging into my hip.

“I got you both all excited,” I whispered, watching Nico’s eyes darken when I reached under his towel. He was hard too, pulsing in my hand.

“You did,” Nico agreed, biting his lip, eyes half-closing in pleasure as I began to stroke him.

“Can you blame us?” Mason kissed my shoulder, my neck, his cock wedging itself further against the crack of my behind.

“You really should rest, bella. You’re still not well.” Nico moaned when I thumbed the head of his cock, rubbing at the frenulum, so sensitive.

I stuck my tongue out at him. “The doctor said I could.”

“He did?” I heard the hopeful tone in Mason’s voice and chuckled, rolling onto my back and reaching for his cock too.

“You should still take it easy,” Nico warned, but his cock was swelling in my fist.

“This is easy,” I murmured, drawing them both closer by tugging on their cocks. Nico had lost his towel and Mason’s boxers were pulled down, the elastic caught under his balls. I pushed the covers away so I could see, working each cock in my fist, stroking them into the crook of my thighs.

“Oh god.” Mason groaned, cupping my breast, the one closest to him. Nico did one better, lowering his head to suck my nipple between his lips, making me whimper and squirm between them.

“You’ve got such beautiful breasts,” Nico whispered. My flesh filled their hands, both of them thrusting against me.

“Doesn’t she?” Mason joined him in sucking my tits, their tongues making hot, wet trails. “Oh fuck, Dani, you jerk me off so good.”

Nico moaned against my breast, his hand finding its way down between my legs. I was still a little moist from the shower, but I was more wet from having their hard cocks in my hands, knowing how much they both wanted me. His finger moved down my slit, opening me, finding my hole.

“Is that a good idea?” Mason frowned, watching Nico’s fingers move in and out of me.

I moaned, rocking up against his hand. “I’d say it’s a very good idea.”

“Are you sure?” Mason reached down, parting me with his fingers, giving Nico more room to fuck me with his.

“Rub my clit,” I whispered to Mason, shifting my hips up. He strummed it gently, making me shiver, his cock getting bigger in my hand. They were both breathing hard, playing with my pussy and letting me stroke them, all of us finding an easy rhythm.

“Who’s gonna come first?” I teased, thumbing the head of Mason’s cock and squeezing Nico’s tight in my fist. They both groaned against my breasts.

“You are,” Mason panted, making fast circles over my throbbing clit. Nico redoubled his efforts too, plunging his fingers into my pussy.

“Nuh-uh.” I gasped, jerking them faster, pointing them toward my pussy where their hands were busy trying to get me off. And they were going to succeed, sooner rather than later. Nico’s fingers squelched in my pussy, fucking me hard, and Mason was incredibly skilled, knowing just where to touch me, pushing me closer and closer to climax.

“Oh god.” I groaned, thrashing on the bed. Their tongues made hot circles against my nipples and they glistened like dark jewels in the lamp light. “Oh yes! Yes!”

I bucked my hips up, sure that Mason had been right-I was going to come first. His cock was stiff, Nico’s too, both of them like steel thrusting in my hands.

“That’s it, baby,” Mason urged, looking at my face, my eyes half-closed with pleasure. “Come for me.”

“Come for me, ” Nico insisted on my other side, and I could have sworn there were a thousand fingers working between my legs, sending white-hot sparks through my limbs.

Mason met Nico’s eyes and grinned, moving his fingers down to join Nico’s, his thumb staying on my clit. They were both fucking me now, their fingers stretching me wide.

“Come for us,” Mason panted, thrusting hard into my fist, aiming toward my aching pussy. “Come on, baby, come for us!”

“Yes, bella,” Nico urged. “Come for us. Come all over our hands.”

I glanced between them and groaned, unable to hold out any longer. My pussy was on fire, the wet sound of them finger-fucking me filling the room.

“I’m gonna come,” I whispered, glancing down to see them working my pussy over, their cocks like arrows pointing the way. “Oh yes! Yes! Make me come!”

“Oh fuck!” Mason groaned and shoved his hips against me, his cock spewing cum all over my pussy, their fingers plunging hard and fast. “Oh my fucking god!”

Nico moaned on the other side of me, his dick swelling in my hand and then bursting, showering my pussy with cum, shooting it so far it left ropy strings all over Mason’s cock and balls. I cried out, shuddering with astonished delight, my pussy clamping down on their fingers, a delicious flutter that spread outward from my pelvis in pulsing waves.

“What a mess,” I gasped, laughing, looking down between my legs.

“I have just the thing.” Nico, still out of breath, wiped his hand and cock off with the towel he’d brought to bed, handing it to me. I cleaned myself up too.

“Were you a boy scout?” Mason asked, taking the towel and rubbing his crotch clean.

Nico cocked his head. “What’s a boy scout?”

I laughed, snuggling up to him.“Boy scouts must not be big in Italy.”

“What’s a boy scout?” Nico asked again, looking over my head at Mason as he spooned me from behind.

“Never mind.” Mason smiled, kissing the top of my head. “Let’s just get our girl down for a nap.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not a baby.”

“You’re my baby.” He kissed me softly and pulled the covers up over all of us.

I closed my eyes and drifted, safe and warm in their arms.

When I woke up, I was alone, and the bed felt empty, cold, even with Jezebel curled up at my feet. I could hear them talking, the television on. I put on one of Mason’s button down shirts, buttoning it as I opened the bedroom door. They were talking in the living room. How long had I slept?

“Hey, there she is.” Mason smiled as I came into the room, patting the sofa. Nico was on the other side of it and there was a football game on the television. “How’d you sleep?”

“I feel like I’ve been sleeping for days.” I slipped in between them on the couch.

“You have.” Nico smiled. “Now that you’re awake, I’ll get dinner started.”

I raised my eyebrows. “I missed lunch?”

“Afraid so,” Mason replied. “Some amazing pasta thing. There’s leftovers in the fridge though. If I don’t stop eating this many carbs, I’m gonna gain fifty pounds.”

“You get used to it.” I laughed. “And you’ll get addicted to Nico’s cooking.”